#Dan Se imagines

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Qu’est ce que vous trouvez à melechon ? Et qu’est ce que vous pouvez critiquer chez lui ? (Ce n’est pas une critique, c’est juste que je suis jeune et que je ne connais pas bien son parcours) qu’est-ce qui fait de lui un grand homme politique ? Merciii

C'est difficile de décrire ce que je pense de Mélenchon sans parler aussi de la dimension émotions plus personnelle 😅 Est-ce que tu étais assez grande en 2012 pour suivre la campagne ?

J'avais 17 ans, mes parents avaient voté Arlette Laguiller toute ma vie sans jamais militer et sans vraiment y croire, ma seule éducation politique c'était mon expérience personnelle de fille d'immigré pauvre et les discussions très générales de ma famille. Quand on a allumé la télé ce printemps là et qu'on a écouté Mélenchon parler avec autant de conviction de ce que pourraient être nos vies, ça a été une révélation. Il y avait quelqu'un, quelqu'un qui était même parfois pris au sérieux, qui dénonçait ce que je haïssais et proposait de le changer. Qui le disait avec passion, sans faire les simagrées du PS, sans refuser de prendre position, en argumentant rigoureusement, parfois avec des références à des livres que je pouvais lire, souvent sans insulter l'intelligence de son public, en faisant des liens que d'autres avaient sans doute fait avant mais jamais là où je pouvais les entendre. J'avais toujours connu la gauche faiblarde, traîtresse, dont on ne pouvait attendre qu'un sursis. Pour moi c'était vote "utile" pour le PS et affiliés, ou vote complètement inutile mais cohérent pour l'extrême-gauche, sans autre possibilité, sans espoir. Et là il y avait autre chose. C'est pas par conviction que l'autre flanby a balbutié son fameux "mon véritable adversaire, c'est la finance" - c'est parce que l'aile gauche de la gauche lui soufflait dans le cou. J'ai entrevu autre chose pour la première fois, et un autre chose qui semblait même assez directement atteignable. J'ai imprimé des tracts en douce avec l'imprimante familiale et séché des cours pour les distribuer - gros acte de rébellion pour moi à l'époque. J'étais sûre que ça allait arriver, en 2012 ou la fois d'après, ça ne pouvait qu'arriver.

Je ne vais pas faire semblant que tout ça n'influence pas mon opinion de Mélenchon. Évidemment que ce souvenir m'encourage toujours à être un peu plus indulgente.

Mais je crois aussi sincèrement que le projet qu'il défend est un projet qui nous rapprocherait d'un monde plus juste.

Impossible de séparer Mélenchon du LFI, alors parlons de ça. Je ne vais pas refaire le programme, mais c'est le seul qui propose une alternative avec un plan d'action concret et plus ou moins immédiat. Et j'ai peut-être tort mais, si LFI ne propose pas en soi de sortir du capitalisme, j'ai toujours pensé que sortir du capitalisme serait plus facile avec le modèle que propose LFI qu'avec le modèle actuel. J'ai parfois même encore la naïveté de penser que c'est le but final, juste à horizon très lointain.

Toutes les critiques que je pourrais faire sur Mélenchon ou LFI, je peux les faire sur la plupart des autres personnalités et partis politiques.

Je trouve leur ligne sur les droits des femmes très faible (mon plus gros problème ; malheureusement pas plus faible qu'ailleurs), j'aimerais qu'ils se battent ouvertement pour la mise à mort du capitalisme (comme je le disais, certaines de leurs positions me laissent penser qu'ils n'y sont pas opposés, mais si c'est le cas il faut être plus clair, et si ce n'est pas le cas c'est une déception ; mais là encore, à moins de regarder vers l'extrême-gauche, ils remettent plus en cause le système capitaliste que les autres partis), et je pense qu'ils passent un peu trop de temps sur certains sujets qui n'ont pas lieu d'être ou qui n'aident pas sur un plan purement stratégique (mais c'est aussi le climat actuel qui veut ça).

En ce qui concerne Mélenchon lui-même, il s'emporte parfois trop. C'est la principale critique qu'on peut lui faire, et qui lui est faite d'ailleurs à longueur de journée. Mais est-ce que c'est le plus important ? Lors de ses interventions, il est la plupart du temps posé malgré les interruptions intempestives et la mauvaise foi chronique de ses interlocuteurs. N'importe qui finirait par s'énerver !

Quant à ses "phrases polémiques", que dire ? On lui a récemment reproché d'avoir dit que l'antisémitisme est résiduel en France. Sans rentrer dans le commentaire de texte, les mots qu'il a employés exactement sont "l'antisémitisme reste résiduel". "Reste" ; or il n'a jamais, à ma connaissance, nié l'Holocauste, donc le sens le plus probable de "résiduel" ici est bien "qui persiste de quelque chose en dépit de tentatives faites pour l'éliminer". Étant donné l'autre sens du mot et la malhonnêteté ambiante, il aurait dû choisir un autre mot, mais de là à utiliser cette phrase comme preuve d'un antisémitisme débridé... On sait tous de toute façon que le problème ici ce n'est pas un quelconque antisémitisme à gauche, mais le refus de LFI de soutenir à 100% le génocide qu'Israël mène contre les Palestiniens.

La vérité c'est que même les sorties les plus stupides de Mélenchon passeraient inaperçues dans la bouche d'une autre personnalité politique. Le problème ce n'est pas vraiment ce qu'il dit, ou comment il le dit, mais c'est qu'il est le chef de file du parti qui a le plus de chances d'ébranler la dictature de la bourgeoisie en France. S'il se retirait, la prochaine tête de liste serait accueillie exactement de la même manière.

Ni LFI ni Mélenchon lui-même ne sont parfaits, mais si l'on admet qu'ils sont généralement de bonne foi, pourquoi ne pas essayer de les pousser à mieux au lieu de tout condamner ? Ils ont déjà changé d'avis sur certains sujets, ils peuvent le faire encore. Il y a des différences entre le monde qu'ils dessinent et celui que je désire, mais ils ne sont pas si incompatibles qu'il faille tout balayer.

Bref, je n'aime pas trop parler de "grand homme politique" pour plein de raisons (ça a aucun sens, on y met tout et rien, etc.), mais on peut lui reconnaître qu'il n'a pas vacillé malgré un acharnement politique et médiatique de plus en plus intolérable, qu'il a redonné de l'espoir à une grande partie des électeurs de gauche qui ne croyaient plus (2012, j'étais loin d'être la seule, et après la catastrophe Hollande encore plus), et qu'il est vraiment très bon orateur.

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Je pensais à un truc avec Lycaeon le demi-lézard, ce serait tellement triste qu'il soit mort justement parce qu'il avait des oreilles pointues, mais ça expliquerait pourquoi Rhea délaisse totalement Adrestia après la guerre

Oh -

C'est marrant parce que je lisais de la merde ce week-end - une fanfic après m'être maté la version longue du seigneur des anneaux - où grosso merdo Eldarion décide de ne plus parler/fréquenter son grandpapi parce qu'il a des oreilles pointues et que les oreilles pointues sont parties de la terre du milieu donc grandpapi doit plus avoir d'influence, pas même passer du temps avec ce qui lui reste de famille et leur apprendre des chansons où je ne sais quoi, imagine le pauvre Eldarion il revient de sa visite chez grandpapi et il se comporte comme un oreilles pointues!

(et c'est rigolo parce que je suis sûre que dans les commentaires pour dire "ouais c'est génial" j'ai reconnu un dedelstan lol)

Enfin bref -

Ca fait peut-être un peu trop cliché sur les bords - mais après une guerre menée par des mecs en mode "tolérance 0" faire en sorte que la force principale en Fodlan qui les a dégommés soit justement, menée par un hybride (oui oui la coexistence entre deux espèces c'est possible) ce serait cool - mais justement, le twist c'est que l'hybride en mode "espoir d'un monde meilleur" se fasse descendre, ça pourrait vraiment être un coup au moral qui ferait descendre le héros aux enfers -

Ou alors faire plonger Seiros, qui a plein d'espoir pour l'avenir de Fodlan et qui pense que tout pourra aller mieux après la guerre, dans le désespoir et la croyance que seule sa mère, la déesse peut remettre de l'ordre dans ce monde.

Et du coup, Luca qui se fait buter pour des raisons aussi connes que la fic dont je parlais - ça pourrait être la goutte d'eau.

Après, le souci c'est le jeu (et même FEH dans son FB pourri) veut absolument nous faire croire que Rhea désespère toute seule comme une grande parce que Sothis n'est plus là...

Mais mis à part le pandering tout pourri pour soulager les oranges du joueur (gna gna gna toute seule sans toi uwu) j'y crois moyen. Par contre, une Rhea au fond du trou après Zanado, qui se remet à avoir espoir et croire en l'avenir pendant la guerre, pour repartir au fond du trou (voire en creuser un plus profond) après la guerre, alors que tout était censé repartir sur de bons rails...

Avec la double lose que ptet elle pensait que Sothis reviendrait toute seule avec l'épée du créateur, et qu'elle pourrait voir que Fodlan est enfin un endroit où les lézards et les humains vivent tranquillement ensemble, mais boulette, Luca se fait buter et Sothis ne revient pas, ça c'est du désespoir plus "gros" qu'après Zanado qui pourrait justifier le pourquoi du comment elle hyper focus sur Sothis et pense que Sothis peut tout gérer ; Rhea a essayé de gérer avec ses alliés et s'est loupée.

-> c'est sûr que le jeu ne dira jamais que le but de Sothis c'est que les lézards et humains (même agarthens) vivent tranquillou, parce que bon, Dedel met son veto et on peut pas s'opposer à Dedel - mais avec le petit peu de Nopes où Sothis est émerveillée en voyant Flayn (pour des raisons qui ne seront jamais expliquées) c'est pas trop tiré par les cheveux de penser que Sothis voulait dès le départ bien s'entendre avec les humains - ce que ses enfants font - mais que Thales et compagnie avaient d'autres plans.

Et puis ça jouerait encore plus dans le parallèle avec Sephiran/Lehran, là où Sephiran perd pieds et veut détruire le monde (ou juste ses habitants) Rhea garde encore un peu "foi" en Fodlan et veut que Sothis prenne la relève -

Tout en recommençant, petit à petit, à s'attacher à Fodlan et ses habitants encore une fois, refonder une famille avec Citrus et tout, même ne plus utiliser sa teinture blonde...

Et puis Dedel arrive avec ses gros sabots lol

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Tfw quand ton ex belle mère gagne un concours de plotte (duchesse du carnaval en 71), ça vire mal, pis faut qu'à parte en rampage pour détruire la vie de plus de gens possibles parce-que. Juste. Parce-que.

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A DC X DP IDEA #28

My Beloved

Imagine dis…

You know, I like misunderstandings…

I saw a bunch of prompts that Danny is the mother of Ellie and Dan who is angry and will destroy the world in the future.

I also saw a bunch of prompts of Danny and Phantom separating themselves and acting like two individual beings but having to be in proximity or else there would be consequences.

But I didn’t see anything about combining the two things…

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

…

Daniel “Danny” Fenton knew that he had many powers, that kept on growing and appearing at the heat of the moment. He would sometimes forget how many powers he had due to his never-ending list. He has powers that he likes to use often, like levitation, flight, intangibility, his ghostly wail, and many more… But even he has a favorite, his duplication power.

Unlike Vlad who can create multiple clones of himself to do his bidding, he can only create one.

Now don’t go on and underestimate him just because he can only create one despite Vlad making multiple and who is also a halfa.

…

His clone is unique, when he first discovered this power of his he was all alone in the house full of guns to kill him when a passing thought passed his mind. Wes was getting on his nerves with how he adamantly tried to prove that he was Phantom. He knew the consequences when the people knew the truth, especially his parents, every time he closed his eyes it always showed him and his parents at the other end of the dissecting table.

He kept on saving them, poor animal ghosts who had just stumbled through the portal. He kept on stuffing his face with his pillows just to block out the screams.

He had just blinked, one moment he was all alone and all of a sudden another appeared in front of him.

He was startled at the notion while the clone looked at him with interest.

The clone was not human-HIM per se, but it was the ghostly-HIM aka Phantom but with more ghostly attributes.

Snow white hair that seems to sway, taller by a few feet, pointed ears, fanged teeth, skin so blue, and white freckles that seem to give off a faint glow.

He tried going ghost but was unable to do so, what he can do is a weaker version of flight, intangibility, and invisibility. While Phantom got most if not all of his powers whenever he went ghost.

At first, he was ecstatic with this new power of his not only he can throw people off who are looking too deeply into Phantom’s identity and put an end to Wes’s chatter but with this new power of his he can finally have some sort of normalcy.

But after a few minutes, he began to feel fatigued and nauseous, Phantom slowly moved towards Danny and merged himself with his human half causing a faint white glow all over his body that he got used to whenever he was going ghost.

It was a few minutes, Danny thought to himself, but it was enough to not only create a separation between the kid who always hides in the bathroom or disappears whenever there is a ghost attack and a ghost kid who looks the same age as he and only appears whenever he disappears.

But it was enough.

…

Everything was great, as Phantom was able to deal with the ghosts that constantly invaded his hometown but also, he is slowly bringing his grades up from where it was before the accident. He also created an alibi for himself so people will know that both Phantom and Danny and two separate people.

Both sides were able to go on separated from each other the more time they spent separated

…

After a few days, something also began to change.

Phantom would sometimes make a joke or a quip about death or even puns that made Danny laugh. Phantom would be more serious whenever they got too far from each other, small things that made both Danny and Phantom different from one another from an outside perspective.

Both made a mental connection to each other.

Not like romantically, but more of a deep platonic love for each other.

Devotion to each of their other halves. So deep that one might double-take whenever they saw the two.

Danny loves his friends and family but even they cannot understand him ever since the day of the accident. Jazz blessed his sister’s soul, who read every book in every existence known to man and tried to help him. But the thing is, those books are for humans, not ghosts, and especially not for someone like him.

He died and came back to life knowing instinctively that something was wrong with him. He stands in between life and death. He knew he died and felt every bolt of electricity that had killed him. He who had to sit still at the dinner table listening to their parents who were supposed to love them, listened in great detail to what they would do to Phantom when they had caught him. 

But Phantom, Phantom instinctively knew how he felt and heard his thoughts. When rough days came to Danny, Phantom quietly appeared behind him and offered his silent support.

Both needed each other to live, without the other one cannot survive on their own.

Phantom, when got too far and separated from his human for far too long got reckless, angry, cold, merciless, and ruthless. Nocturn got the burnt of it despite knowing that Phantom held back.

And Danny?

Got too emotional, and detached, and has that far-away look on his face. He would space out an entire war or destruction surrounding and he still would not notice.

Both are each other’s anchor and rock. And when both become one and become Phantom together then they will be unstoppable.

…

When Danny became the Ghost King it was clear they needed to separate often due to the amount of paperwork that was left pilling when Pariah Dark was in charge.

It became domestic, Danny thought as he paused for a bit when he was trying to write a book report from the Lord of the Rings courtesy of Mr. Lancer. Add the latest guests in his room he thought as he took a look at the sleeping and cuddled up Dan and Ellie who are now freshly de-aged due to some circumstances.

When Danny tried to explain to the two halves the reason why he and Phantom seemed to separate or why he was using this power of his almost every day.

Dan and Ellie seem the only two who didn’t feel weird at his new predicament. Both de-aged ghosts after a sudden bad melting episode and the start of someone’s redemption arc called human Danny is their mom while Phantom is their dad.

Danny at first surprised at the title given by the two but asked playfully to the twins why is he the mom. Phantom who was trying to cuddle the two de-aged ghosts whom he saw as his children at this point and his human counterpart mumbled about whether was it the time when he went and juggled flaming diapers or mastered the art of the 'mom stare' that could freeze a room?

Danny who is still in a bad mood from Dash’s bullying earlier snarked back at Phantom on how he got the dad title. Did he accidentally perfect the art of 'dad dancing' during ghostly gatherings? or accidentally stumble into a dad joke competition?

Sam, often would joke that if she didn’t know better, she would think the two would be lovers which would be found in Paulina’s A03 account and history.

Now that spread like wildfire, it spread faster than Wes could say Danny is Phantom. Now both GIW and his parents are out to get him for two different reasons… One Phantom mind controlled their precious son and now locked up Danny for his “own good” and two he was called a so-called “traitor” to his race as he fell in love with a creature who was not even sentient.

As things slowly went out of hand, Danny had to physically drag Phantom, who had been clawing and gripping to Danny like a lifetime ever since Danny told him to stay at the Infinite Realms for their safety, to a portal with the two children who have their eyes puffed red as they say their farewells to each other.

…

The JL is now confused, they kept seeing the same teen on the loose that appeared in various cities such as Metropolis, Central, Star City, and many more, with various government agents tailing him and trying to capture him.

At first, they thought it was another of Walker’s programs, in which they kidnap various kids who have a powerful meta ability to be part of a group that directly answers to the government.

But when it was revealed that he is another son of Bruce Wayne, it became personal.

Could it be another ploy to gain the Wayne enterprise through a much older and miniature appearance of Bruce Wayne, is it another ploy to gain Bruce Wayne’s wealth and money… They might never know.

…

Batman aka Bruce Wayne publicly announced that he had found another son who was rummaging in the trash of Gotham City, this way those mysterious agents could not publicly go after him as Danny had been publicly broadcasted and the manor is equipped with the latest security known to man.

Danny is very skittish the Batfam concluded, as if every move and twitch they made is something Danny should be wary of. Danny was too distracted to be sad, and have little to no energy to even join Dick and the rest of his siblings to bond over something.

However, that didn’t stop them from forming some sort of familial bond with Danny despite him being too guarded and too wary to get close to the family.

However, it all changed on a random day, as the entire noticed his change of mood. No longer the wariness, anxiety, and nervousness they encountered daily. Each of them began asking around within themselves if they were the one who made a change to Danny, even Alfred didn’t know who or what made him turn a 180.

Of course, when they tried to ask COUGH to interrogate COUGH Danny, he just kept quiet and smiled shyly.

..

Night comes and all the Bats are gathered at the cave to discuss what made Danny to be in a good mood before their patrol.

As they were just about to leave for their shift when Oracle notified them Danny leaving the manor.

Of course, all of them immediately followed him and followed him to a tall abandoned building with Danny sitting giddily on top of the said building. Of course, some of them have some dark thoughts about Danny sitting on top of a warehouse and seeming near the edge. One of the Bat broods is ready to interfere if Danny even makes any signs.

But all thoughts were thrown out as a crack seemed to tear through reality appeared behind Danny, Danny on the other hand looked ecstatic. As the tear/ crack opened up there they saw an underworldly being donned with a crown that is covered in various jewels, an outfit and cape fit for an emperor, and eyes that reminded them of the Lazarus pits.

Just as the moment they tried to calm their hearts down, Danny flung himself towards the unknown being and cried out beloved, the said being caught Danny and twirled him around.

Both are in their little world as they both keep laughing and hugging each other.

The Bat family who are still in the shadows kept their eyes on the two as they wanted to get Danny away from someone that made their instincts go haywire. Batman and Robin are both especially to grab Danny away from that thing.

Both the being and Danny finally settled down and began chatting to each other with little to no distance between the two. The being then summoned a basket that was full of unique and exotic food and then shared it with their new brother.

Then Danny suddenly asked about the kids, What kids!!! EVERYONE thought when suddenly two black blurs went and tackled Danny down, knocking the air out of him.

As the kids stopped hugging Danny, they all held their breaths, they looked like the perfect copy of Danny. Black hair and blue eyes, both kids exclaimed Danny as their mom while they pouted at the being and called him dad about hoarding their mom.

The reunited “family” began chatting about how they were at each other, more on the beings asking how Danny is especially doing.

Danny chatted about how the Waynes are too good for him and how he informed Batman since the Bats have a very close relationship with the Waynes. When one of the kids why mom needs to talk to Batman, Danny just casually reveals a bombshell on the Anti-Ecto laws, GIW, The Infinite realms...etc. So that both mom and dad could get together again, as mom aka Danny is trying everything to stop the war from the living world while their dad tries to stop the war from the Realms.

As they were chatting and catching up to one another, Danny looked at his wristwatch and told the kids that he had to get going or else the Waynes might notice that he snuck out. Both kids immediately cried and gripped Danny while the other being also known as dad didn’t even try to pry the kids off from Danny as he too wanted to stay with the human.

Of course, Danny gently pried off the three hands that were gripping and immediately one of the kids threw a tantrum at how Danny was not safe and might get him killed if he stayed there and Danny should just go with them. Of course, Danny shook his head and told the kid that Mommy was doing everything he could to protect both of them also he might not want to admit it in front of the Wayne but he did grow on them, like a fungus he can’t remove.

And so, the trio left the building after one last look and hug from Danny, Danny immediately lost the small life and cheerfulness that he had when he was meeting them and silently went back to the manor.

…

This made the Bat clan scramble to fix everything, all the while competing for the favorite uncle and aunt title while both Bruce and Alfred engage in their silent war for the grandpa title, when they showed their findings to the League both Booster Gold and the Flask stood up white as paper.

They claimed at the picture of Danny, that he may be the one who destroyed the future, but looked a little confused as some traits that they remembered were not on Danny which made them speculate that maybe he grew into. But when the two-time travelers explained in great detail his appearance, it matched the appearance of their nephew.

Is this the reason why Dan turned evil, humans have killed his family leaving him both angry and devastated that he let the world know of his pain?

…

PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

PPS: As you can see, I posted a bit early, I got a bunch of people to do and things to see. So uhh, bye-bye!

PPPS: This one got too long for my liking...

[requiemforthepoets]

underdogs dance in the middle of the night 𖦹 CL16

PAIRINGS: charles leclerc x fencer!leclerc!reader , f1 grid x fencer!leclerc!reader

SUMMARY: always being considered as an underdog, but the youngest leclerc is here to prove them wrong.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: it’s my first time doing something like this, and i apologize on my dry humor…but i hope you still enjoy this though.

REMINDER: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect to the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WARNINGS: typos

FACE CLAIM: maxine esteban and others on pinterest, but mostly maxine esteban.

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ynleclerc 2022-2023 was one hell of a ride.

This past year has been a never ending whirlwind of challenges and triumphs. From the devastating ACL tear and the subsequent surgery that threatened my fencing career to the grueling recovery process that tested my limits, it has been a journey of resilience, determination, and unwavering support. After six months of rehabilitation, I am beyond thrilled to share that I have received medical clearance to return to competitive sports.

However, that’s not all. I have been keeping this secret for a while now, one that I have cherished and guarded closely, even from my family. Today, I am proud to announce that I am switching my fencing nationality from Italy to Monaco. This decision has been a deeply personal and emotional one, driven by my love to Monaco, my home, and the desire to represent Monaco on the global stage.

I owe a debt of gratitude to my former team for shaping me into the athlete I am today. Now, as I embark on this new chapter representing Monaco, I carry with me the lessons and memories that have defined my journey so far.

Je suis heureux (se) de vous annoncer mon changement de nationalité sportive, passant de l'Italie à Monaco. C'est une décision qui me remplit de fierté et d'un profond sentiment d'appartenance. Merci à tous ceux qui ont rendu cela possible et qui continuent à me soutenir dans cette nouvelle aventure 🙌🏻

I am thrilled for what lies ahead and am setting my sights on qualifying for Paris 2024. Together, let's write the next chapter of this incredible journey. Merci infiniment. 🇲🇨🤺❤️

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ynleclerc Merci maman pour ton soutien sans fin!! Je t'aime tellement!! 😭❤️

username1 OUR FAVORITE LECLERC REPRESENTING MONACO!! 🙌🏻

username2 OMG imagine if y/n won a medal in the Paris 2024, she’ll be the first one to win a medal for Monaco in the olympics!! 😭❤️

username3 charles winning the monaco gp and y/n winning the olympics 2024, imagine the POWER. prince and princess of Monaco 👏🏻

username4 MANIFESTING PARIS 2024!! 🗣️

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charles_leclerc I can’t believe that I’ll find out this amazing news online?! Félicitations à notre petite sœur! Je sais que tu vas faire des merveilles, tu es une formidable escrimeuse. Il n'y a aucun doute que tu te qualifieras pour Paris 2024! Nous t'aimons tellement ❤️ ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

ynleclerc tbf, i never told a single soul abt this, and it was really hard keeping it from you guys!!! But thank you so much, charlieee 🥺❤️ ♥︎ liked by charles_leclerc

pierregasly Secure that gold medal! ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

username5 i’m a new fan of f1 and i just found out that charles has a younger sister?!

username6 yes! she’s the youngest of the leclercs and she’s a fencer!! there’s a thread about her on the x app!!!

haterusername1 she’s gonna be losing left and right. italy is at the top of the game when it comes to fencing, this transfer is literally a bad move for her lmao can’t wait to see her lose lol

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ynleclerc new season, same dream. 🤺🇲🇨 let’s go! ❤️🔥

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pascale.leclerc.355 Je suis tellement excitée, mon cher! Faisons honneur à nous-mêmes et à Monaco! 🇲🇨💕 ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

ynleclerc Merci maman, je t'aime!! ❤️

landonorris PARIS 2024 HERE WE COME!! ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

ynleclerc hold your horses there, norris. i have yet to win the championships 😂

landonorris already claiming and manifesting it

username7 OLYMPIAN Y/N LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO

username8 MANIFESTING SO HARD FOR THE QUALIFYING

username9 if she qualifies for Paris 2024, i’m shaving my eyebrows ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

username10 NOT Y/N LIKING THE COMMENT 😭😭😭

username9 QUEEN I- 😭😭😭

haterusername2 she’ll be demolished by the other fencing team, knowing that the monaco’s fencing team are weak. haven’t even won any medals in the olympics lol, as if she’ll be able to qualify in the Paris 2024 🤥🫠

haterusername3 totally agree! not all these people hyping her up just bc she is some famous person’s sister. tbh, her fencing is literally average.

username10 omfg shut up you boomers. bet a hundred bucks that you cant’t even do what she does LMFAO speaking as if you have fenced in your whole life.

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ynusername supporting my fav ferrari bros charles_leclerc & carlossainz55 before heading off to Cairo. Forza Ferrari! ❤️

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scuderiaferrari it was such an honor to be graced by your presence, our favorite ferrari girl! ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

ynleclerc I had a very amazing time. thank you, ferrari! ❤️

landonorris WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME YOU’LL BE ATTENDING THE GP 😭 ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

ynleclerc SORRY I FORGOT TO TELL YOU OMG 😭 I’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU NEXT TIME!!

oscarpiastri I thought you’re team papaya 😔 heart been broke too many times 💔 ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

ynleclerc i’m so sorry my nephew 😔💔

oscarpiastri we’re the same age 😐

ynleclerc but you’re my bro’s child 😔 btw, say hi to lily for me!! miss hanging out with her.

oscarpiastri will do 👍🏻 lilyzneimer y/n says hi and told me that she missed hanging out with you

username11 OSCAR WTF 😭😭😭

mclaren pls be in our garage next time 😔💔 ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

scuderiaferrari back off sis, she’s ours ✋🏻😐

username12 not ferrari and mclaren fighting for her in the comsec 😭

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fencing_fie On her way to Paris 2024, ynleclerc is inspiring the next generation in 🇲🇨

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ynusername I can’t stop crying. We did it kids.

OFFICIALLY QUALIFIED FOR THE PARIS OLYMPICS 🇲🇨🥹❤️

Qualifying for the Paris 2024 Olympics is another check in my list, and representing Monaco makes it even more special. This journey has been long. Series of heartbreaks and tears, some milestones…but whatever happens, I am happy and thankful to be where I am right now and meet such wonderful people around the world.

To my family. Maman, Lorenzo, Charles, and Arthur, thank you for never giving up on me and my dreams. For sticking with me through thick and thin, especially during the challenging times after my ACL tear and surgery, I know that I was unbearable that that time, crying 24/7 because I kept on thinking that it might be the end of my career, but your love and encouragement has been my strength. To my medical team, thank you for pushing me in getting back on my feet and giving me chance to chase my dreams once again.

Le plus beau des rêves se réalise aujourd’hui. Merci à tous pour votre soutien. Je suis prêt pour ce nouveau chapitre!

Love, y/n 🤍

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scuderiaferrari CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR FAV FERRARI GIRL!!! ❤️🔥

ynleclerc thank you, admin 🥺❤️

lilymhe i know that i might be beheaded by my own country, BUT FUCK IT LETS GO MONACO!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨 ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

username13 OMF LILY 😭😭😭

mclaren WAY TO GO Y/N!! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

username10 how are we feeling today? better prepare your eyebrow username9

username9 already prepared and accepted that i’ll be shaving my eyebrows ✊🏻

ynleclerc tag me when you do it…JK pls don’t!! i don’t want your mom to be angry at me 😭

username9 OMSJDJEJDJWKDK

landonorris SEATED. READY. FRONT ROW. ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

username14 BOOKED MY FLIGHT TO PARIS FOR THE OLYMPICS, CANT WAIT

username15 MOTHER.

francisca.cgomes YESSSS GIRL YOU GOOOOOOOOOO 🙌🏻🔥💪🏻 ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

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lilyzneimer oscar and i are ready, we will be there!!! ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

arthur_leclerc YEEEEEEEES congratulations, petite soeur! celebration is in order 😁🥳🤩 ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

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charles_leclerc I can’t believe it, our petite soeur just qualified at Paris 2024!

Remember when you first picked up a fencing foil, nearly took out the living room lamp and maman getting angry 😂 all of us knew that you are destined for greatness right then and there (or at least destined to break a lot of household items). Fast forward to today, screaming your heart out in victory, making us all incredibly proud!

I’m so excited to see you compete in Paris 2024. I know you’ll do great. Congratulations, superstar! You made us all proud. Let’s get ready for Paris!

OUR BABY SISTER MADE IT TO THE OLYMPICS!

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ynleclerc YOURE MAKING ME CRY AGAIN 😭 thank you, charlie. love you!!! 🥹🫶🏻 ♥︎ liked by charles_leclerc

lewishamilton Congratulations, ynleclerc! I know you’ll do everyone and Monaco proud! 💪🏻❤️ ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

ynleclerc thank you so much, sir lewis!

georgerussell63 Congratulations! Carmen and I will be there in support! ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

pierregasly gold medal secured in the bag! ♥︎ liked by ynleclerc

username16 PRINCE AND PRINCESS OF MONACO! 🇲🇨

username17 charles and y/n making monaco proud!! 😭❤️

username18 the moment y/n wins the olympics, prepare to be sick of me. PREPARE TO BE SICK OF ME!!!!!

[cvsmixnaya]

a lando x desi!reader marriage fic. Omgggv just imagine all the lil functions and tradition it'd be sooo cutee

Mehndi laga ke rakhna

OKAY SO. i did get a request similar to this so im just gonna combine both so i hope yall dont mind!!! the other request i got was basically this but it just mentioned that lando was telling y/n that they’ll get married like this one day and i wanted to include that cause it’s so cute🤭 also the unfortunate truth is that i haven’t been to a lot of weddings. the only wedding i remember very well was my aunt’s wedding from when 10 years ago(i was 9. fuck that’s crazy) but i did my best with this.

Ever since Y/n took Lando to her friend’s wedding. The thought of marrying her never left his mind. All he wanted was to marry her but the way her culture does it. Growing up in India meant a lot of traditions, festivals, wedding events, etc.

When Y/n asked Lando to come with her to her friend’s wedding, he said no at first but after attending all the events, he was mesmerised. He loved every single one of them. The mehndi, the sangeet, the haldi. all of it

The day of the wedding, as both of them watched her friend marry the love of her life, he wrapped his arms around her beautiful lengha whispering

“One day, I’m gonna marry you exactly like this”

She smiled said she couldn’t wait for that day to come. And boy that day came so quickly. With the blessing of her parents, he proposed to her a month or two later and immediately got to work.

Lando basically saw a new side of his fiancée. Full of stress and making sure things were right. Slowly she started to lose her mind cause she had to come up with the guest list, find the venue for all the events and Lando was starting to see how much goes into a desi wedding.

But once all the events took place, it felt magical.

Mehndi

The mehndi event was fine. Y/n was basically sitting in one place for hours getting mehndi (henna) done on her hands and legs. Lando kept coming over to give her company smiling like a child the whole time.

She was wearing a simple kurta that belonged to her mom with a dupata. She saw Lando come up to her and sit next to her careful not to ruin anything

“Hello my lovely bride” He greeted her placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“Hi baba. Hogaya tera? (you’re done?)” She asked him and he happily showed off his palm with mehndi on it.

“All done and dried”

She smiled at his little goofy self. They enjoyed each other’s company even though she basically couldn’t move but she leaned into him resting herself as she watched the design come to life on her body.

He loved everything about this. He knew he was gonna love the coming days of this era.

Sangeet

The sangeet was everyone’s favourite cause they get to dance for the couple and her friends had so much planned for them. The drivers invited actually reached out to Y/n’s friends and asked them for help so they could do a dance and that’s exactly what they did.

Everyone was getting drinks, having conversations and when it was time for the performance, they gathered around the floor stage to watch the performances by friends.

Lando and Y/n were sitting at the front while the rest were standing and two of her friends entered with the song “kamariya” playing making her cheer since it was garba dance which she adored so much. The dance was so good and when it was changing to the next song, the rest of her group joined in.

The next dance had the song “kukkad” so the boys and girls were dancing together. The reason they chose this song was cause student of the year was their favourite movie during their childhood (and also because of Sidharth Malhotra).

A few performances later came the best for last. Carlos, Oscar, Max, Charles and George entered the stage making the crowd go crazy. Especially Lando since he gets to see his friends dance to the best item song ever which was “fevicol se”

They boys did great. Y/n was so proud of them she got up with Lando and went to hug them after their dance and everyone joined the floor having the time of their life.

Haldi

Lando and Y/n decided to keep the haldi event small with close friends and family only. The haldi event was basically smearing tumeric/haldi on the bride and groom. It’s normally a day or two before the actual wedding and held it at her house.

Everyone put tumeric all over them. In their hair, skin, clothes. Everywhere. It was a short event but very intimate and fun. So many pictures got taken over the days and many memories were made.

The wedding

the day was finally here. The day Lando and Y/n get married. How were they feeling you ask? nervous as hell. No cold feet. No. They knew they wanted to do this. It just felt too good to be true. They couldn’t believe this was actually happening

Y/n was in the dressing room getting ready for the big day. She wore a beautiful Manish Malhotra Lenhgha and her makeup was stunning. Her mother was helping her get everything together.

“I’m so happy for you baba. Meri bacchi ki shaadi ho rahi hai (my daughter is getting married)”

She said before kissing Y/n’s cheek aggressively making her laugh.

“Love you too mumma. zyada rona matt (don’t cry too much)”

Her mother laughed but just pulled her cheek. After a while, the time came. They entered and Lando was already sitting next to the fire mesmerised by her beauty. She was already so beautiful but seeing her as bride struck something in him.

He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with this woman. As she sat down with him the words immediately left his mouth

“You look so beautiful…”

Y/n blushed. After all these years, he still managed to get her all flustered smiling like a little girl.

“Still know how to make me blush after all these years huh?”

She said teasing him.

The ceremony was beautiful. Both families were crying. Seeing their children get married was something they weren’t ready for but loved it regardless.

The wedding eneded in a few hours and it was magical. It was everything the both of them wanted. Once they headed back, they stepped into the house for the first time as husband and wife.

Lando immediately kissed his wife. Still processing that this woman was now his wife. He pulled away saying

“Welcome home wife” He said booping her nose making her tear up a little out of happiness.

“Welcome home husband” She returned immediately hugging him whispering

“I love you. I can’t wait to spend the remainder of my life with you”

He felt so happy hearing that

“I love you too. I’m so excited to spend my life with you too”

They got the life they wanted and deserved. It was the best time of their life and when all the photos came, they spent a lot of time looking at it and deciding which ones to put up on their wall.

It was a good wedding indeed.

[flan-tasma]

Boyfriend!Gaming x Reader HC

💖~ What the people think is done

Yo estoy dispuesta a saltar ✨

El banner para esto no salió mal, estoy feliz por ello <3333333

Warning: Nope now💖, GN!Reader | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

Gaming es el mejor amigo que puedas tener, y si como amigo es fantástico, imagínate de novio.

Es un novio que resuelve, no importa si crees que la situación es insalvable, él encuentra la manera de hacer que funcione. ¿Tu ropa se manchó y no se quita? Él te da su chaqueta para que te cubras. ¿Te incomodan tus zapatos? Te dará los suyos. ¿Estás tan cansada como para hacer algo? Él te atenderá hasta que te recuperes. Él es un amor.

Puede ponerse muy amenazante cuando hay alguien que puede hacerte daño cerca. Puede poner esta cara de perro rabioso mientras mira feo (y tal vez saque algo de veneno) a la persona que representa una amenaza para ti.

Puede ser un perrito que te sigue y te muerde para que juegues con él, y puede ser un perro guardián que muerda y probablemente haga sangrar a alguien que te trata mal.

Es tu novio y al mismo tiempo es tu comadre con quien chismean cada que pueden. El inicio de sus citas empieza con uno de los dos tomando aire para contar el chisme mientras toman té y pasteles de té y luna.

Te pide que le ayudes a peinarse y comparten productos para el cuidado del cabello que pueden servirles.

Tienen mínimo uno o dos conjuntos que combinan, y probablemente te haya regalado una chaqueta igual a la suya.

Siento que haría chistes de sus desgracias y se reiría, pero jamás se burlaría de tus traumas a menos que tú hagas el chiste primero.

Si en algún momento se cansa de ti (siempre en broma, claro) te pone su chaqueta, sube la capucha y le habla al suanni acerca de cómo alguien está hablando mucho y cuánto quiere cerrarle la boca a besos.

Siempre coquetea contigo, no le importa si ya son pareja. Va a seguir acercándose diciendo que luces preciosa y te pregunta si ya tienes novio y por qué debería ser él.

No soporta coqueteos frente a su familia, va a explotar de la vergüenza y te meterá un puñado de arroz en la boca para que te calles.

Puntos extras si resulta que vives en la Aldea Chiaoying, no tiene pereza de viajar desde la ciudad de Liyue para ir a visitarte los fines de semana. También le gusta llevarte a la ciudad para presentarte a sus amigos y que respires un aire nuevo.

El chico es un hombre fiel, es tu novio y puede imaginar un futuro contigo, suele hacer bromas acerca de que ambos se harán viejos juntos y saldrán a pasear por el lago.

A partir de que soluciona sus problemas con su padre, tiene la costumbre de alejarte de su familia, a pesar de que cada que te encuentras con ellos te dan de comer o te tratan muy dulcemente.

English:

Gaming is the best friend you can have, and if he is fantastic as a friend, imagine him as a boyfriend.

He is a boyfriend who will help you, it doesn't matter if you think the situation is insurmountable, he finds a way to make it work. Did your clothes get stained and won't come off? He gives you his jacket to cover yourself. Do your shoes make you uncomfortable? He will give you his. Are you tired enough to do anything? He will take care of you until you recover. He is a sweetheart.

He can become very threatening when there is someone who can harm you nearby. May make this mad dog face while he glares (and maybe draws some venom) at the person who poses a threat to you.

It can be a little dog that follows you and bites you to make you play with it, and he can be a guard dog that bites and probably makes bleed who treats you badly.

He is your boyfriend and at the same time he is your best friend with whom you gossip whenever you can. The beginning of your dates is with one of you taking a breath to tell the gossip with tea and Fine Tea, Full Moon.

He asks you to help him comb his hair and share hair care products that can help you.

You have at least one or two outfits that match, and he probably gave you a jacket just like his.

I feel like he would make jokes about his misfortunes and laugh, but he would never make fun of your traumas unless you make the joke first.

If at some point he gets tired of you (always joking, of course) he puts his jacket on you, pulls up the hood and talks to the suanni about how someone is talking too much and how much he wants to kiss their mouth shut.

He always flirts with you, he doesn't care if you are already a couple. He will keep approaching you saying that you look beautiful and asking if you already have a boyfriend and why it should be him.

He can't stand flirting in front of his family, he's going to explode with embarrassment and shove a handful of rice into your mouth to make you shut up.

Bonus points if you live in Chiaoying Village, he's not lazy to travel from Liyue to visit you on the weekends. He also likes to take you to the city to introduce you to his friends and let you breathe a fresh air.

The boy is a faithful man, he is your boyfriend and he can imagine a future with you, he often makes jokes about the two of you getting old together and going for a walk by the lake.

After he solves his problems with his father, he has the habit of distancing you from his family, even though every time you meet them they feed you or treat you very sweetly.

[nothingenoughao3]

Herbert West Was Dead To Begin With (or, why Danbert was always doomed by the original narrative, pt. 1)

Thanks to this post by @gabelish, my brain went in about twenty directions. I have to talk about this or I'm going to end up chewing on my walls, and that's bad for my teeth.

Reading the script of BRIDE, it's... messy. Disorganized. You can tell they pounded this thing out in a month and didn't really have time to revise or edit. What's interesting is seeing the vague shape of a theme despite the rush-job--to get cheeky, it's a bunch of disparate parts that don't quite move in sync. A Bride of an idea that almost, but never quite does, manifest. Especially considering one or two lines that were cut which, it turns out, were integral to understanding that theme.

Let's go over it all, shall we?

Francesca's immediate appeal to Dan feels like a weird choice on the part of the filmmakers. It's asking us to care about a brand-new character without giving us much reason to do so, other than "she's a woman and she's available to the protagonist". This is a big ask in Part 2 of a franchise which, as we witnessed with the collapse of Part 3, relies entirely on the chemistry between the two already-established lead actors. The most boring parts of BRIDE are when Francesca's investigating the Sefton Ward, because neither of the dudes we're here to see are onscreen for a long time, and…

And, well, we'll have to have a big talk about Inherent Value and misogyny/queerphobia/transphobia in Re-Animator, but that'll be for Part 2.

So what's the deal with Francesca? Why is she even here? Is she just there to drive a wedge between Herbert and Dan?

Well, yes. But in addition to being an object kicked between the two leads as needed, she is also an object for the writers' thematic purposes. This purpose is revealed in what Dan says in the infamous scene where they have sex: "So soft... so warm..."

It's the warmth Dan craves, because that is associated with Life.

Francesca is Life. She's associated with food, the real substance of Life--which Herbert rejects. The script even specifies that Dan and Herbert's kitchen should look like it was never used... as though there's no life in it. Fran brings Life to it by preparing food in it. She's also associated with Angel, the dog, who generally senses--not Evil, per se, but the Dead. Angel reacts positively to Fran and to Dan. And Angel tries to attack every reanimate she meets--as well as Herbert.

Dan values and believes in Life. He is seduced by Herbert's quest because he wants to believe that reanimated beings are Alive. But let's be real, he doesn't believe reanimates are Alive. He agrees with Dr. Hill's assertion that reagent "gives the dead the appearance of life". He asserts that Halsey is dead post-reanimation, because, obviously, he doesn't see Halsey as Alive. Later, he perceives the Bride as being a collection of dead human body parts until She's reanimated. At that point, all the stress seems to convince him that she is Alive... until Herbert emphasizes that the Bride is his creation, a being glued together with reagent.

Who, therefore, cannot have Life.

Dan rejects the Bride because he wants Life, someone who is Alive. She's not. This is also why part of his rejection involves him declaring that Meg is dead. The thing that kept Dan on board with the Bride Project was imagining that he was bringing Meg back to Life. Stating that Meg is dead is acknowledging that reagent cannot create Life, so far as Dan's concerned.

Meg's heart is, to me, another symbol. Dan wants it to represent Life, but as the final shot emphasizes, it represents Death. It only had the appearance of Life so long as Dan believed in its validity as a source of Life. Notice that he says "You're not Meg!" in response to the Bride offering him Meg's heart, because it isn't the heart he wanted, only what it stood for. Once he stops clapping his hands and believing, the heart stops beating... and is left in the embalming room, with all the other Dead Things.

They cut several lines where Dan repeatedly referred to Gloria as "Meg". This gives Dan's desires specificity. Dan spends all of BRIDE wanting Meg to Live. That is his central trauma, the source of all his fuckery: he misses Meg and he wants her back. He almost fools himself into thinking she's alive again, then accepts that she's not.

The next best person to escape with, then, would be someone who is Alive.

This is what Francesca gives him.

In the script, Dan resuscitates Francesca successfully once they escape the tomb. He joyfully declares "You're alive!". THAT is what Dan wanted. Life. Someone soft and warm.

To Herbert, though, reanimated life IS Life. He perceives no magical or spiritual dimension to Life the way Dan's implied to (and the narrator of the original stories did). His inability to convince Dan to see things his way is a big part of his downfall in BRIDE, but it also points to a really brutal tragedy underlying the whole plot:

If we take the Integral Cut as canon, and it likely is, then Herbert isn't Alive by Dan's standards, and hasn't been this entire time.

He shoots up reagent. This is in stark contrast, by the way, with the original stories, where Lovecraft emphasized that reagent did nothing whatsoever to living tissue. This is--symbolically, again, I'm not making diagetic claims here--a not-so-subtle declaration that Herbert is Dead. Corpses and body parts get the reagent because they are not a part of Life. And since Herbert gets the reagent, well...

Anything that comes from Herbert cannot be Life. It can only be "the appearance of life". This is why the food Herbert makes looks fake and wrong and is described as "awkwardly made" in the script, unlike Francesca's perfect sauce... Food is Life. Herbert is Dead.

The script of BRIDE suggests that Herbert repeating Dan's "So soft, so warm" line is manipulation, but it sure doesn't come across that way--it comes across as abject begging for Dan to see some kind of value in the Bride Project, and thereby, in him. When the Bride tries to win Dan back over by repeating "You made me!", Herbert, sounding furious, snaps "I made you!". He thematically links himself with Her because she's the big project that will make Dan love only him the Work. He reinforces the theme that he is Dead, or Death.

The way that Herbert gigafucks himself is when he senses that Dan's about to reject the Bride (Death) in favor of Francesca (Life), and Herbert... accidentally confirms this dichotomy with "Forget it, Dan, she's just dead tissue!" That is exactly what Dan didn't want. Herbert objectifies the Bride--but not into just any object. She is turned into a disposable object, a thing they can throw away in a medical biohazard bin. Because she's Dead.

He's trying one last Hail Mary to win Dan back, but their fundamental disagreement on the very nature of Life and Death means Herbert can't even understand how to do it.

Relatedly, Herbert is heavily associated with Dead Places. He is introduced to Dan in the sonofabitchin' morgue and spends almost half his scenes in same. His personal room in Dan's house is Spartan, because Living people need luxury and personal items, and Herbert's... not. He spends most of the rest of his time in the basement--underground, like a grave, get it, hahaha. In BRIDE, we never see his bedroom. Instead, he spends most of his time in the basement/embalming room/secret laboratory which is also underground, and which is interconnected with a tomb in the graveyard. A tomb Herbert willingly tunnels into and accesses regularly, which is totally normal Living behavior and not that of a ghoul...

... and, in the end, he is dragged off into that tomb, and he does not escape. Because he belongs there.

He is Dead (which is why, by applying queer theory, we all think that he's queer and/or trans, about which more in Part 2). Herbert's hard and cold, not soft and warm. He has only the appearance of Life. Everything he creates is Dead.

In the script, when Francesca and Dan meet in Peru, they talk about the cruelty of war, and she says the following: "When the state makes people's lives unnatural, it creates monsters." This is called back when she finds out that Herbert's built Hand Dog out of Angel. She calls Dan a "freak", and accuses him of acting like he's saving people when he's "creating monsters". Because he is behaving like Herbert, he's a freak. A monster. Someone who thinks he's creating Life when he's actually reveling in Death.

Hell, the script describes the reanimate rejects that kill Herbert as "the fruit of his scientific womb", deliberately mocking Herbert's notions that he's creating Life, and also causing me physical pain as a trans dude.

The more I've gone over this theme (in the service of my long-ass fix-it fic), the more it feels like Dan and Herbert were always doomed by the original narrative thanks to this specific, fundamental difference between them. The only way they'd be able to get along long-term again after BRIDE is if one of them changed fundamentally as a person, and not only would neither of them do that, it'd make their dynamic less interesting and engaging to watch. (I mean, shit, I've had to introduce Lovecraftian Great Old Ones to help those two buttheads understand they have a common enemy.)

But yeah. Sorry to say it. Herbert's Dead. That's what made it so easy for Dan to abandon him. Herbert could cut out his own heart and replace it with Meg's. It would not have made any difference. There is nothing, nothing at all, he could have done, not once Dan realized that reagent cannot give Real Life--that it can't bring Meg back to him.

It was always going to end this way. With Herbert lost among the Dead. With Dan fleeing for Life and normalcy.

But that's what fandom's for, fixing all of that... right?

[hana-no-seiiki]

Is there a part 2 to Yandere Male makima reader x hsr? I absolutely love this story??!

I'd like to imagine reader playing along with caelus's antics of digging through trash cans and possibly helping him find other trash cans to dive lol

Dan heng and reader having mutual thoughts because there are two troublemakers of the astral express.. (yk who)

I don’t usually write these things (asks for updates) but since you caught me at a nice time…

YANDERE HSR ( THE NAMELESS ) x AEON OF CONTROL! READER

These are moreso antics and headcannons rather than a proper sequel to the previous one so…

warnings: major canon divergences, soft yandere themes.

・❥・ You and Pompom mostly have the same duties mainly keeping the express clean, checking its stability, tending to visitors, etc.

・❥・ However you take more of a authoritative position with your duties.

・❥・ Though you created Pompom, they have no idea you are an Aeon. You kept it that way so that Pompom wouldn’t be too compelled to follow you when you diverge paths with the Nameless.

・❥・ You were the one that redressed March and taught her sewing when she arrived frozen one day. As such, she can be a tad too attached with you. Often flirting with you in front of the other crew members. (A fact that most of them hate)

・❥・ You know the photo wall she has in her room? Well in that gallery of hers she has a secret folder of just you. You doing your daily maintenance, you repairing Pompom’s stitches, you just b r e a t h i n g. Yeah.

・❥・ Dan Heng and you often spend hours together in the archive. You had the penchant of checking, and rechecking the organization of things. Your long periods of time together led to him feeling the most safe around you. You already knew of his secrets, but having him divulge it nonetheless still felt like being let into a state secret.

・❥・ Himeko has a suspicion you two aren’t related. In fact you have a feeling she already uncovered what you are. She is however, far too in love with trail blazing and being your sister that she doesn’t do anything to risk the status quo.

・❥・ Welt has the biggest love-hate relationship with you. You haven’t done anything bad per se. In addition to that, you’re the reason Himeko got to explore the stars, but memories of the past still haunt him. Each day he sees you handling the youngins edges him closer and closer to finally letting of go of his resentment.

・❥・ When Caelus isn’t dying inside by being close to you, he likes to be smug by showing how much “care” you put into him. Like the youngest child smirking at the older children as they get the most love and attention. Sometimes he gets himself injured on purpose to get your eyes on him and him alone.

・❥・ Unfortunately due to your presence destabilizing the Stellaron, you don’t get many chances to pamper the boy.

・❥・ Though you did give him a giant wearable trash-can, complete with breathability and protection against the elements.

・❥・ You also don’t go out much and prefer to watch over expeditions. You also make sure never to use your full power as to not alert other aeons aside from IX of your endeavors.

BONUS!

・❥・ Elio and Kafka vehemently worship you. The latter’s domination comes from your blessing.

・❥・ Though they aren’t aware that you took the shape of a human male since you are able to erase yourself from Elio’s scripts.

・❥・ Which leads to Kafka flirting with this handsome man not knowing he’s actually her god.

[voluxpa]

-- ANGUS -- déesse des étoiles et des constellations; tenue rehaussée de bijoux, stature royale. invoquée le plus souvent pour retrouver son chemin lorsqu'on est perdu dans la nuit. animal totem : le poisson-phare

crédit icons : LUX, crédit idée : GAZAL. nb; cette déesse est une invention sortie d'une imagination fertile et incroyable. je ne peux que vous encourager à zieuter ses pl sur le serment de l'encre que je vous joins en commentaires.

[kilfeur]

Je trouve Damian particulièrement irritable pendant le ball, j'imagine qu'il est pas spécialement fan de ce genre de soirées. Vu qu'on s'approche de lui uniquement pour son statut, ce qui non seulement le met mal à l'aise mais l'énerve car les autres enfants viennent le voir juste parce qu'il vient de la famille Desmond et non parce qu'ils sont intéressés par lui pour ce qui est est vraiment. @suunkiised a posté quelque chose d'intéressant au sujet des invitations entre Anya et Damian et il y a, je trouve, un contraste très intéressant entre les deux. Quand Damian est invité par les filles, elles l'invitent sur des critères superficielles et comme je l'ai dit plus haut ne s'intéressent qu'à lui que par son statut ou bien sa famille.

En revanche, lorsqu'Anya est invité par les garçons, ces derniers n'ont aucun intérêt de se lier avec elle car ce n'est pas un contact prestigieux comme les autres gosses de la haute société. Contrairement à Damian, elle n'a aucun statut et n'est même pas riche. Mais suite à ses récents exploits, les garçons s'intéressent à elle pour ce qu'elle est vraiment et souhaitent davantage la connaître. ! Et bien qu'il y a de la jalousie amoureuse quand elle est invité par les garçons. Je pense qu'il éprouve aussi de l'envie mais aussi de la frustration envers Anya. Car au fond il aimerait recevoir des invitations comme celle d'Anya mais malheureusement les autres enfants ne le voient que par son statut

D'ailleurs au début, je comprenais pas pourquoi l'idée de savoir quel objet est plus raffiné que l'autre était nécessaire dans la sphère politique. Mais en parlant avec un ami, il m'a expliqué que pour des gamins de la haute société, avoir l'oeil et les connaissances pour déterminer si une chose a de la valeur c'est une qualité indéniable et faire passer ça sous l'apparence d'un jeu ça permet d'affûter leurs sens. Après tout, plus ils montrent leurs qualités et plus grandes seront tes chances de se constituer un réseau de contacts prestigieux. Et dit comme ça, ça a du sens !

I find Damian particularly angry during the ball, and I imagine he's not a big fan of these kinds of parties. Seeing as he's approached purely for his status, which not only makes him uncomfortable but angers him as the other kids come to see him just because he's from the Desmond family and not because they're interested in him for who he really is. @suunkiised posted something interesting about the invitations between Anya and Damian and there is, I think, a very interesting contrast between the two. When Damian is invited by the girls, they invite him on superficial criteria and as I said above are only interested in him because of his status or his family.

On the other hand, when Anya is invited by the boys, they have no interest in bonding with her because she's not a prestigious contact like the other high society kids. Unlike Damian, she has no status and isn't even rich. But following her recent exploits, the boys are interested in her for who she really is and want to get to know her better. And although there's some loving jealousy when she's invited by the boys. I think he also feels envy and frustration towards Anya. Because deep down he would like to receive such invitations as Anya's, but unfortunately the other children only see him by his status.

By the way, at first I didn't understand why the idea of knowing which object was more refined than the other was necessary in the political sphere. But talking to a friend of mine, he explained that for high society kids, having the eye and the knowledge to determine whether something is valuable is an undeniable quality, and putting it under the guise of a game sharpens their senses. After all, the more they demonstrate their qualities, the greater your chances of building up a network of prestigious contacts. And when you put it like that, it makes sense!

[mizaryrottmnt]

"My Dear Puppet"

FR: Un bon début

(you can use thé internet translation, I simplified my language)

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ 

Unity laisse échapper un soupire long alors qu'elle est seule dans une petite pièce qui ressemble a une chambre a coucher. Un matelas au sol plutôt propre avec des draps couleur saumon aussi propre. une petite boite en bois qui fait office de table de lit avec une vieille petite lampe de chevet. Étonnant quand on sait où elle se trouve. Dans le repaire de la famille Hamato, les égouts plus précisément.

On lui a préparé spécialement cette petite couche pour qu'elle puisse dormir correctement et cela se voit. C'est plus propre que ce qu'elle avait pu imaginer avant d'y être. La jeune femme fait quelques pas en avant, regarde autour d'elle. Il y a des tags aux murs, mais pas ceux grossiers trouvés dans les rues que les tagueurs utilisés pour marquer leur présence contre un mur, mais des dessins vraiment artistiques. De beaux motifs qui semblent exprimer plus qu'une simple signature. Ça change encore de l'idée qu'elle se faisait d'un mur d'égouts. Puis l'odeur, il n'y en a pas. Pas d'odeur de fosse septique qui remonte a ses narines, pas d'odeur de putréfaction quelconque ou d'eau croupie là depuis des mois. L'air est bon.

- C'est propre.

Surprenant.

Alors qu'elle zone, sa mémoire retrace la journée qu'elle vient de vivre.

Se faire remarquer par le fils au bandeau bleu Hamato était facile, elle avait le panel parfait pour attirer son attention. Une Yokai licorne. Il était donc simple d'amorcer un premier contact. Mais elle n'avait pas pensé qu'il n'allait pas juste aller lui parler mais complètement la kidnapper en lui laissant a peine le temps de dire "bonjour". Et peu importe si elle avait des protestations, la tortue avait déjà décider de la ramener a peine avait-elle posé les yeux sur lui. En y repensant, si elle n'avait pas accepté de rester pour que la famille fasse pardonner le geste de leur frère, on aurait pu croire a une prise d'otage. Mais même si elle était devenue une otage, le but était d'arriver ici, et elle avait réussi. Il faut juste qu'elle retienne ce nom d'emprunt qu'elle s'est donné : "Unity". Étonnant qu'ils n'aient pas réagi à un nom aussi singulier.

Drrrring drrrring!

Dans sa pose, son téléphone sonne. Un petit appareil à clapet violet lavande avec un porte-clé en forme d'atome. Vieux, usé et quelque peu rayé.

-Oui... Oui je suis bien arrivée. Bien sûr.

-Je suis impressionnée de te voir réussir aussi facilement alors que mes autres petits laqués n'avaient même pas pu suivre l'un d'eux.

-Que voulez-vous Madame, je... suis juste meilleure qu'eux. Répond Unity avec un ton sans joie ni même fierté.

-Ah ah ah! Bien sûr! C'est certain maintenant que je te vois en action. je ne regrette plus du tout mon choix. Peut être l'un des plus judicieux depuis longtemps. Je compte beaucoup sur toi à présent~

Malgré les mots doux et mielleux, la Yokai a une petite grimace devant cette fausse confiance que lui donne la personne à l'autre bout du fil.

-Bien sur. Je vous les amènerais sur un plateau d'argent, soyez en sûr. Juste le temps de gagner leur confiance et de les sédater.

-Efficace. Mais, il semblerait que je n'ai pas pu suivre ton signal une fois passée une certaine zone, large. As-tu une explication ?

Unity fait silence, se remémore la journée, les détails. Les quelques objets qu'il l'entouraient sur sa route avant de passer par ce portail bleu.

-Je pense, que le traceur a été brouillé par un boîte noire.

-Oh! Ce doit être le fait de cette jeune tortue violette.

-Donatello Hamato?

-Oui c'est bien lui. Gagne sa confiance et trouve le moyen de désactiver son brouilleur. C'est ta mission première.

Gagner la confiance de quelqu'un. Quelque chose qui la fait déglutir d'anticipation. Est-ce qu'elle va y arriver? Est-ce possible ? Même s'ils ont l'air ouverts dans cette famille et... Généreux, celui au bandeau violet lui semble bien plus fermé. Son rythme cardiaque s'intensifie alors qu'elle réfléchit a comment faire alors qu'elle est toujours au téléphone avec sa commanditaire.

-.... Me suis-je bien faite comprendre ?

-O-Oui Madame.

-D'ici là, je te permet un budget illimité, carte blanche pour que la mission réussi et si tu as besoin de quoi que ce soit. Mais j'attendrai des résultats. Je les veux tous face à moi, y compris Lou jitsu, et complètement a ma merci, annonce froidement la voix de l'interlocutrice à travers le téléphone. Faisant grincer des dents la Yokai licorne.

...

-Je ne le ferai pas, Big Mama.

Unity déglutit, et raccroche une fois la discussion close par sa patronne. Elle fixe son téléphone, puis regarde le matelas et jette d'un geste ample son appareil sur le lit avant de retirer son poncho et de se poser sur le lit a son tour. Un long soupire quitte ses lèvres, une pression disparaît avec, mais une autre persiste. Une grosse tension sur ses épaules, une épée de Damoclès.

Je ne veux pas y retourner, je ne veux pas y retourner. Je dois y arriver. Si ça marche, alors je pourrai enfin...

Soupire. Elle s'affale sur le lit, les bras tendu et regarde le plafond. Le sommeil ne devrait pas tarder à la prendre, pourtant quelque chose la dérange. Le manque de bruit. Elle a l'habitude a d'un brouhaha constant autour d'elle, des gens qui parlent, qui crient, qui se battent. C'est trop calme pour elle.

....

Demain, je commencerai par celui au bandeau orange. Il semble plus simplet que les autres. Je dois en profiter.

C'est demain que tout commence.

"TBC"

[jade-curtiss]

Ça se passerais pas comme ça si à m'avais pas demandé d'y montrer une autre perspective. Comme, demande pas des choses comme ça maman? C'est juste weird sur un moyen temps.

[thenovelartist]

Clipped Confidence - Honkai: Star Rail fanfiction

Back on the DanStelle train that I don't see myself leaving any time soon.

“What are you doing?”

It was a valid question, in Stelle’s opinion. Yet Dan Heng looked speechless as he stared at her.

Waiting for an answer, Stelle leaned against the bathroom door frame, her need to use to the bathroom slightly postponed for the moment as she stared at the man with scissors in one hand and a lock of his hair in the other. It had been a few days since they’d left the Loufu, and Dan Heng had transformed back into his more human appearance since then… for the most part. His hair, oddly enough, had stayed long.

Stelle had thought he liked it that way and that’s why it had stayed. But considering the scene before her, that clearly wasn’t the case.

With a sigh, Dan Heng slowly set down the scissors down on the bathroom counter. “I’m… deliberating,” he carefully answered.

Stelle gave a slow nod as she fought for words. “Which begs the question of how long you were standing there.”

“Longer than I should have been,” Dan Heng responded, snatching the scissors and preparing to walk past her. “Sorry, it was not my intention to—.”

Before he could leave, Stelle shot her arm out to slam her hand against the other side of the door jam, effectively trapping him in the bathroom. “Wait.”

He froze, his eyes wide as he looked at her.

Oh, she supposed his eyes were a little more aqua than before, as well. Not the dull almost-gray she was used to before he had transformed. The striking color captivated her more than she would ever care to admit. Her heart always skipped a beat in her chest when those eyes landed on her, but she was sure it was because of the dragon inside him.

At least that was what she told herself.

She swallowed. Now was not the time to go speechless on him. “I’d thought… er, so you don’t like your long hair?”

Wow, her ability to speak was outstanding.

Dan Heng paused, his lips pursed. “It’s not that I don’t like it, per se.”

“Sooo…”

He shook his head. “It’s unimportant. I should leave if you need to use the bathroom.”

“I do, actually—”

“Then—”

“—but!” she cut in. “I also asked a question you still hadn’t answered.”

Dan Heng looked hesitant, and several seconds passed before he sighed in surrender. “I’m just… not used to this. This long hair, I mean.”

“And you don’t think you can get used to it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then you want to cut it?”

Taking a step back, he turned back to the mirror, staring hard at his reflection once again. “I was thinking about it.”

For some reason, those words held an unfinished air about them, and Dan Heng didn’t seem to want to finish it any time soon.

With a sigh, Stelle patted his shoulder. “This is going to be a long conversation, isn’t it?”

Dan Heng just quirked a brow at her.

“Look, I want to listen—really, I do—but I’m not sure how long my bladder can hold out.”

At that, Dan Heng finally smirked. “Then I should let you go. That is if you’ll let me go.”

“I’ll hunt you down to talk after?”

He sighed. “I’ll be in my room.”

“Perfect.” Having finally gotten an invitation, she moved out of his way, allowing him to leave the bathroom. “You better have a real answer for me when I get out,” she warned him as he walked past her.

A grimace twisted his lips but disappeared so quickly she thought she’d imagined it. “I’ll do my best.”

It wasn’t exactly the response she wanted to hear, but her bladder reminded her that it didn’t really matter. She had something slightly more pressing than Dan Heng’s hair to worry about for the next thirty seconds.

~~~

Dan Heng dropped the scissors he held, ones he’d picked up more times than he cared to count in the last three days, onto his desk as he entered his room. He didn’t really know why it was so hard to make this decision. Normally, he was decisive when it came to things like this, yet he found himself floundering this time around. Worst part was that he knew exactly why he hesitated, yet despite that, he couldn’t reason himself into a decision.

And that was immensely frustrating.

Maybe running into Stelle was for the better. Maybe if faced with a force of nature that would demand a decision from him, he could finally make it.

Or maybe being faced with this particular force of nature was the worst-case scenario.

The door to his room suddenly opened, and he turned to see Stelle walking in. “Okay, I’m here. So…” She clapped her hands together, then pointed her fingertips towards him, “I got a deal for you.”

Dan Heng quirked a brow, already not liking where this was going. “What kind of deal?”

“You can either start from the beginning and tell me everything so I can help you make a decision, or I can just let you off the hook and you just have to answer my question from before: do you want to cut your hair or not.”

“I would hardly call that a deal,” he said with a sigh, already feeling tired.

“I would say it is since I was the one greeted with someone wielding scissors in the bathroom.”

“You say that as though you were in danger.”

“I was in danger of peeing my pants in surprise.”

“I… did not need to hear that.”

“And yet, that’s not even the worst thing I’ve ever said.”

Sadly, she was correct.

“So, stop stalling,” she said, walking up to him and putting her hands on her hips in a way that proved she was here to stay. “What’s your answer?”

Dan Heng sighed. “I… don’t know.”

“Then you can start from the beginning,” she said. “What even brought this on? If the length was bugging you, then you’re decisive enough to just cut it. Well, knowing you, you might have had someone help you so it didn’t look terrible.”

He hated that she knew him so well to know that. He also hated how much he loved having someone who knew him so well to know that. Finally, he hated that because she knew him well enough to know that, she would not be appeased with anything other than the truth.

Meaning he had to find the courage to put his worries into words.

“I hate that this long hair reminds others of my past life.”

Her eyes widened, clearly not expecting him to cut straight to the truth. “Then, cut it,” she said. “Why the hesitation?”

“Don’t you like it?”

Her brow knit together in confusion as her head tilted.

He sighed. “Since my return, March, Welt, Himeko… they’ve all mentioned that they like my hair like this. And… I wouldn’t…”

I wouldn’t want to disappoint them.

He didn’t want to complete that sentence because he knew how foolish it would sound. The fact his friends had vocalized their approval should not make him waver like this, yet that same approval meant more to him than he’d ever realized. So no matter how irrational he knew it to be, some part of him deep down didn’t want to disappoint them by changing his appearance. They’d accepted his dragon-esque appearance so easily, so readily. March was always commenting how cool he looked. Himeko commented how lovely his hair was. Welt himself hadn’t made a comment as much as accepting him so readily there was almost no hesitation.

But that was enough to make him hesitate. He didn’t want to lose this approval they’d given him. He reveled in it, found safety in it. Disappointing them after they accepted him would crush him.

“Nevermind,” he finally finished, pulling himself from his thoughts.

“No, you were definitely going to say something.” With that, Stelle leaned even closer into his personal space. “What’s up?”

Despite her eyes being round and imploring, there was something sharp in those golden irises of hers. Determination.

He looked away, his heart doing more flips in his chest the longer he held her gaze. “Do you prefer this?” he asked instead.

“Huh?”

“Don’t you prefer me with long hair, too?”

Forcing himself to meet her gaze once again, he found her looking at him with no small amount of surprise, her mouth slightly ajar as she processed his words.

And Dan Heng waited with a shocking amount of nervousness for her answer.

But what he didn’t expect was the way the surprise in her expression softened. “I prefer you home.”

His brow knit together in confusion. “Huh?”

She then snatched a lock of his long hair, twisting it between her fingers while an amused smile crept across her lips. “Did you think we liked you better this way? Is that why you hesitated?”

When she said it like that, lightly with almost a teasing lit to her tone, he felt so foolish that his face flushed with embarrassment.

“Pfft.”

Great, and now she was laughing at him.

“If that’s the case,” she began, snatching the scissors from his desk and snapping them together a couple times mid-air. “Then off it comes.”

Surprised, his eyes glanced to the scissors she was waving around far too flippantly for his liking before looking at the smug smile she wore. “You… prefer my short hair?”

She scoffed, thankfully aiming the scissors at the floor as she stepped even closer. “What I prefer is you here with us,” she said, her voice quiet since she was so close. “That’s what we all prefer. Whether your hair is long or short doesn’t matter.”

His face somehow grew hotter.

“And another thing,” she continued. “We weren’t commenting about your hair because we liked it better. We were trying to let you know how happy we were that you were back home, no matter how you looked.”

Despite feeling more like a fool with every passing second, Dan Heng smiled. “Truthfully?”

“I swear.”

Those two little words somehow lifted a weight off his heart.

“So!”

And in the blink of an eye, she slipped around him, pulling his hair into a ponytail before hanging her arm holding the scissors over his shoulder. “Am I cutting your hair or not?”

“Now hold on a minute—”

“Nope! No more minutes. I know you’ve made your decision already. You don’t hesitate when it comes down to it. So, what’ll it be?”

He sighed, hating that she was spot on. “Do you even know how to cut hair?”

“No, but I can look up a tutorial. It can’t be that hard, right?”

“Stelle…”

“Trust me, will you?”

Well, he did, but maybe not in this case…

“Wow,” she deadpanned. “Your silence speaks volumes.”

“I-it’s not that I don’t trust you.”

She sighed dramatically, but it was likely for effect rather than her actual feelings. “Can you trust me more than March, at least?”

“…Possibly.”

“Gee, what a vote of confidence.” She snapped the scissors open and closed in the empty air a couple more times. “So answer my question.”

Her persistence proved she wasn’t going to give him an out. His only course of action was to heave a sigh.

Behind him, she chuckled.

“I…” He swallowed. “I don’t want to look like Dan Feng.”

“Well then…” The scissors suddenly disappeared from his sight. “Say good bye.”

“Huh?”

And next thing he knew, she began hacking away at his hair.

Somehow, the surprise gave way to amusement. As a certain fiery stellaron girl continued to strain the scissors to chop off his hair, an errant chuckle escaped him. He knew it would look terrible. Logically speaking, he should have insisted they trust someone else to cut his hair. But he also knew that the girl behind him right now was more concerned with him than his looks.

And he simply couldn’t be mad at that.

“Done!” Suddenly, she flipped around him, waving his chopped off hair in her hand while she shot him a grin bright as the sun. “Alright, handsome, we should go fix the rest of it in the bathroom so we don’t make a mess in your room. Because I’m sure I’d never hear the end of it otherwise.”

Despite the warmth that flushed through him at that one little nickname that he specifically decided not to acknowledge, his own lips still held a small smile.

“And for the record,” she said, shooting him a heart-stopping smile as she walked out the door. “I like you with your short hair, anyway.”

And then she disappeared from sight.

It took him far too long to move, to follow after her, only to spy her already on her phone, likely making good on her word to look up a tutorial.

“Are you just saying that?”

She glanced up at him right as he caught up to her. “Saying what?”

“That you like my hair short after I already made a decision.”

A glimmer in her eye told him he was likely on the right track, and yet that somehow didn’t matter to him. “I guess we’ll never know.”

For some reason, the grin that she paired with those words made that answer perfectly fine with him.

[fashionbooksmilano]

René Gruau L'art de la publicité The Art of Advertising

Réjane Bargiel, Sylvie Nissen

Le Cherche Midi, Paris 1999, 128 pages, 23x28cm, English/French, ISBN 9782862746951

euro 90,00

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

Un G surmonté d'une étoile, griffe d'innombrables images appartenant à la mémoire collective. Des lèvres spirituelles qui attendent le baiser, des jambes sublimes jaillissant d'un nuage de plumes, des bras qui se tendent vers vous, des yeux splendidement expressifs qui plongent dans les vôtres. Voilà autant d'images emblématiques et célébrissimes de Gruau, affichiste et illustrateur qui constituent des repères incontournables de l'art publicitaire du XXe siècle. Autodidacte, nourri d'une culture classique et graphique à travers les travaux des grands peintres et illustrateurs du XIXe siècle, il a créé un style. Admirable synthèse graphique, son trait épuré parent de la calligraphie extrême-orientale, le chic de ses femmes mutines, toujours en mouvement symbolisent internationalement l'élégance. Depuis 1947, il imagine la publicité des parfums Dior, réinvente depuis plus de 30 ans l'affiche de music-hall pour le Bal du Moulin Rouge et le Lido. A 90 ans, René Gruau, très actif professionnellement symbolise à la fois l'héritage de l'art graphique et publicitaire du XIXe siècle et la modernité de la fin du XXe siècle. Gruau's trademark, the letter G crowned with a star, bas become a part of our collective memory. It has marked many memorable images: a spiritual set of lips just waiting to be kissed, a sublime pair of legs emerging from a cloud of feathers, arms that stretch out invitingly, splendidly expressive eyes like bottomless pools. Gruau's famous, emblematic images are at the core of twentieth-century advertising art. An autodidact thoroughly familiar with classical painting and graphic art, Gruau drew on the work of the great artists and illustrators of the nineteenth century in order to create his own unique style. In short, his work represents an admirable graphic synthesis. The purity of his line recalls Oriental calligraphy, while his chic, saucy women, always in motion, are an international symbol of elegance. He has been the creative force behind Dior perfume ads since 1947. For over 50 years he has reinvented the dancehall poster for the Moulin Rouge and the Lido. Still a working professional at 90 years old, Gruau symbolizes both the heritage of nineteenth-century modernism.

06/12/23

[flan-tasma]

hii!!, eh been imagining a gorou so to speak...submissive/obedient?, and also I LOVE YOUR TYPE OF WRITING!!

So could you make a scenario or headcanons of gorou being a good boy? ( Not in the nsfw sense 😭)

(๑•ᴗ•๑)♡

💖~ Men who treat you like royalty and love you are the best men, bestie✨

Warning: Nope now💖, Gorou is a good doggo, Fem!Reader in spanish, GN!Reader in english | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

El general siempre trata de mantener el porte de un hombre serio, pues su posición lo ha hecho un hombre que no se inmuta en batalla. Es fiel, es aguerrido, un guerrero desde su cabello hasta la punta de sus pies. Un líder que motiva y guía a sus camaradas en combate. Gorou era genial en su campo y nadie podía decir lo contrario.

Donde Gorou demostraba más capacidad y destreza, era en la guerra. Su arco siempre disparaba al blanco porque sus ojos eran calculadores, siempre tenía alguna manera de cambiar las tornas de una pelea, incluso si era solo entrenamiento. Él sabía que debía poner el ejemplo para los demás.

Sería una pena si sus subordinados vieran lo mismo que tú.

El general aguerrido se iba ni bien tu novio entraba a casa. Su porte firme vacilaba cuando te veía y podías ver su cola moverse, rebajando al gran General de las tropas de Watatsumi a un simple y lindo perrito que se acercaba para impregnarte con su olor. Siempre fue una buena manera de burlarse del chico, que no podía evitar quejarse. Sonreías mientras él hacía lo que le pedías, sus orejas se aplanan al escuchar tu pedido y casi tropieza con sus propios pies para acatar tu orden, como si tú fueras su superior. Y en ese aspecto, tal vez tengas razón.

Gorou no es alguien más apasionado y devoto solo porque sería imposible. Él besa el suelo por el que caminas, besa tus nudillos y tus pies si te sientes cansada, adora sostenerte de la cintura mientras besa tu hombro y te dice que te ama más que a su propia vida, en sus ojos no hay nada más que tu reflejo cuando entras en la habitación, sonriendo porque notas que él te mira y todo su cuerpo se tensa.

Pídele que se arrodille para anudar tus zapatos, para ponerte tus tacones favoritos o incluso para acomodar tus medias. Él lo hará sin esperar un segundo aviso, se inclinará para ayudarte incluso si no se lo pides, y él siempre es tan lindo cuando su rostro parece explotar, la piel de sus mejillas muestran un tono rojo que se expande hasta la punta de sus orejas que tiemblan cuando te pide permiso para besarte o abrazarte.

Cuando llega a casa al final del día, cansado y las orejas tirando hacia abajo, solo piensa en recostar su cabeza contra tu estómago mientras le rascas las orejas. Los pensamientos de simplemente descansar le dan un puñetazo cuando nota que ya estás muy ocupada leyendo una nueva novela que compraste, y todo simplemente cambia en su cabeza. Quiere saber si deseas algo de té, o si te trae un trozo de la tarta que compraron recientemente y dijiste que te gustó, y su mueca hace evidente que quiere algo a cambio cuando le dices que estás bien.

Lo miras, nada de curiosidad en tus ojos, pues ya sabías que solo quiere descansar sobre su almohada favorita, pero Gorou siempre ha tenido este problema para expresar lo que quiere si se trata de ti. Te necesita en varios aspectos, pero es incapaz de comunicarlo sin sentirse patético, y ahí es donde entras tú, tan bonita mientras dejas el libro en la mesita de noche de la habitación y golpeas tus muslos, el sonido de tu piel y tu llamado dulce lo hacen casi chillar mientras, sin siquiera pensarlo mucho, se acerca a acudir a tu orden de acostarse sobre ti. Tus manos peinan su cabello para que no le moleste en el rostro, tus uñas acarician su piel y suelta un suspiro cansado y satisfecho mientras el general se convierte en alguna sustancia dulce y bonita que se apega al calor de tu cuerpo y menea la cola bajo tus manos. Gorou por fin puede descansar mientras le cuentas tu día y él escucha, levantando la vista cuando se lo pides y recibiendo con una sonrisa tus besos en sus mejillas sonrojadas.

Si sus subordinados vieran a su general en ese estado, tendrían una sonrisa en sus rostros, tal vez burlesca o no, pero nunca será más conmovedora como la sonrisa que tiene Gorou cada que te ve.

English:

The general always tries to maintain the bearing of a serious man, since his position has made him a man who does not flinch in battle. He is faithful, he is brave, a warrior from his hair to the tips of his feet. A leader who motivates and guides his comrades in combat. Gorou was great in his field and no one could say otherwise.

Where Gorou demonstrated the most ability and skill was in war. His bow always hit the target because his eyes were calculating, he always had some way to turn the tables of a fight, even if it was just training. He knew that he had to set the example for others.

It would be a shame if his subordinates saw the same thing as you.

The seasoned general left as soon as your boyfriend entered the house. His firm demeanor wavered when he saw you, and you could see his tail wagging, reducing the great General of Watatsumi's troops to a simple, cute little dog who came to impregnate you with the scent of him. It was always a good way to tease the boy, who couldn't help but complain. You smiled as he did what you asked, his ears flatten at your request, and he almost tripped over his own feet to comply with your order, as if you were his superior. And in that regard, maybe you're right.

Gorou is not someone more passionate and devoted just because it would be impossible. He kisses the ground you walk on, he kisses your knuckles and your feet if you feel tired, he loves to hold you by the waist while he kisses your shoulder and tells you that he loves you more than his own life, in his eyes there is nothing but your reflection as you walk into the room, smiling because you notice him looking at you and his entire body tenses.

He asks you to kneel to tie your shoes, to put on your favorite heels or even to adjust your stockings. He will do it without waiting for a second warning, he will bend down to help you even if you don't ask him, and he is always so cute when his face seems to explode, the skin on his cheeks showing a red hue that expands to the tips of his ears. He trembles when he asks for permission to kiss you or hug you.

When he comes home at the end of the day, tired and his ears pulling down, all he thinks about is laying his head against your stomach while you scratch his ears. Thoughts of just resting hit him when he notices that you're already too busy reading a new novel you bought, and everything just changes in his head. He wants to know if you want some tea, or if he brings you a piece of the cake they recently bought and you said you liked it, and his grimace makes it obvious that he wants something in return when you tell him you're fine.

You look at him, no curiosity in your eyes, because you already knew that he only wants to rest on his favorite pillow, but Gorou has always had this problem expressing what he wants if it's about you. He needs you in several ways, but he is unable to communicate it without feeling pathetic, and that is where you come in, so pretty as you leave the book on the bedside table in the room and slap your thighs, the sound of your skin and your sweet call They make him almost scream while, without even thinking much, he comes to obey your order to lie on top of you. Your hands comb his hair so it doesn't bother his face, your nails caress his skin, and he lets out a tired, satisfied sigh as the general turns into some sweet, pretty substance that clings to the heat of your body and wags his tail under your hands. Gorou can finally rest while you tell him about your day and he listens, looking up when you ask him and receiving your kisses on his blushing cheeks with a smile.

If his subordinates saw his general in that state, they would have a smile on his face, perhaps mocking or not, but it will never be more touching than the smile Gorou has every time he sees you.